Last Of The Old Blood (A Anthem For Vesemir)

[Verse 1] Old Wolf of the mountain keep, Where snows remember those who sleep. Through steel and storm, he held the gate, A relic carved by time and fate. Scars like maps upon his skin, Each one a tale of where he's been. He forged the path for blade and child, With voice like stone, and temper wild. [Chorus] Vesemir! Father of the flame, Through fire and frost, you bore the name. The last of blood, the first to stand— With sword in heart and fate in hand. Vesemir! Old Wolf, proud and true, We walk the Path because of you. And when the dark begins to rise— We’ll hear your howl across the skies. [Verse 2] In halls once filled with youth and steel, He trained the lost, he taught them feel. Through every loss, through every ghost, He stayed behind when others chose. He watched his sons become the blade, Then buried them when debts were paid. Yet never did he turn away— A mountain carved to never sway. [Bridge – soft, sorrowful vocals over single violin] “Kaer Morhen… is not stone…” “It breathes in every soul I've known…” “And should I fall before the dawn— Then let the Wolves keep hunting on…” [Chorus – full folk choir, powerful and slow] Vesemir! Father of the flame, Through fire and frost, you bore the name. The last of blood, the first to stand— With sword in heart and fate in hand. Vesemir! Your time may fade, But not the fire your spirit made. For in the wind, through ash and snow— The Old Wolf's song will always grow. [Outro – low drums, echoing chant] So drink to him, with head held high, The Wolf who taught us not to die. And though his blade now rests below— His legend walks where we still go.